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RacksMoney help me get byIt don't matter if I Cop myself expensive things Buy myself a diamond ring Married to the mullah Still ain't got no lover Looking, all I see is green Wonder can you buy me these It's hard to trust the things that we lust No falling in love, we so outta touch When no one's around, who's holdin' you down? It seems like the only thing we know is All of your racks and things (Racks) All of your racks and things (All your racks) They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah All of your racks and things (Racks) All of your racks and things (All your racks) They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah All of your racks and things (Racks) All of your racks and things (All your racks) They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah All of your racks and things (Racks) All of your racks and things (All your racks) They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah They don't understand They don't know how to get the stacks up If I drop a hundred bands I'ma get it right back up And if I fall it don't matter I'ma a ball, get the bag, yeah Spend it all when I'm sad, yeah, yeah, yeah It's hard to trust the things that we lust No falling in love, we so outta touch When no one's around, who's holdin' you down? It seems like the only thing we know is All of your racks and things (Racks) All of your racks and things (All your racks) They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah All of your racks and things (Racks) All of your racks and things (All your racks) They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah All of your racks and things (Racks) All of your racks and things (All your racks) They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah All of your racks and things (Racks) All of your racks and things (All your racks) They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah [YBN Cordae:] Now you know a young nigga got them racks up on me I can introduce you to my rapper homies But I ain't gonna take you to the matrimony Prolly gonna leave you down, sad and lonely My infatuation with these bags and faces Got a couple dollars so congratulations Tryna find love so I'm navigatin' Shower you with gifts over saturation But I can't seem to find love without the ratchet shit This little dream of mine, why am I attached to this? But happiness is when you glad and bliss And the cash and shit, is a catalyst To cover up the pain, it's hazardous The trouble, lust, the fame, it's attacking quick, my God All of your racks and things (Racks) All of your racks and things (All your racks) They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah All of your racks and things (Racks) All of your racks and things (All your racks) They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah All of your racks and things (Racks) All of your racks and things (All your racks) They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah All of your racks and things (Racks) All of your racks and things (All your racks) They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah |